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Nov 2012
The universe is nothing more than
Words
in line with one another
Forming
incoherent realities
People
are born into, constantly filling the cesspool
Between
the then, the here, and the now. The
Time
when the cord is cut in the beginning and the end.
BarelyABard
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BarelyABard  Nowhere
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   VioletNova, Anon C, Vassana M, --- and Kripi
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